The doorbell interrupts our private celebration. I kiss his cheek gently and assure him I will be back once I am finished seeing who is at the door.

I floats down the steps, in a somewhat joyous mood after sharing the news with Tyler of our upcoming addition. Though I am still terrified, I knows everything will turn out okay this time. Things will be different this time.

I opens the door to find a woman in a suit standing on her porch with a clipboard and suitcase in her hands. "Uh, hi. Good morning. How can I help you?" I asks the mysterious woman.

"Is this the Kash residence?" The powerful-looking woman asks.

"It's actually Lock now." I smile, showing off my new ring to the stranger. "But listen, we aren't looking to buy anything. Thanks for your time."

"Just a moment, I'm not done here." The woman opens a file she has attached to her clipboard. I stands in the doorway, shocked that this stranger has taken command of the conversation. "So I have here in my file that this house belongs to a Ms. Hillary Ratton and a Mr. William Kash. Is that correct?"

"Uh, yeah." I nod. "I guess." I am beginning to get suspicious of this woman. Who is she and why is she asking these very specific questions? "What is this about?" I steps outside and shut the door behind me to drown out the sounds of the two youngest children screaming at each other over a broken toy.

"My records also indicate that both of the people I just named are deceased. Is that also correct?" The woman continues her very pointed questions.

"Well, yes. Um, I'm sorry. Who are you?" I finally ask, wanting to know why this woman knows so much about my family.

The woman steps her briefcase down and pulls a wallet out of her pocket. She flashes me her badge. "My name is Maria Lopez. I am with Child Protective Services." She identifies herself. "An anonymous tip came in that there were-" Maria pauses to look at her notes. "At least four, possibly up to six underage children living here with no supervision." She glances up at me.

I shake my head adamantly. "That is simply not the case at all!" I laugh, realizing this is all just a big misunderstanding. At least I hope it is just a misunderstanding.

The woman does not seem convinced of the same thing I am thinking. "So May I speak to Ms. Hillary Ratton or Mr. William Kash please."

"Uh, no. They're still dead. Very dead. But!" I laugh at the situation, trying to control my anxiety. "There's three fully grown adults here and we are handling everything just fine. I'm not sure who gave the tip but we are just fine here. It was probably the asshole next door. He's always trying to mess with us." I offer an explanation.

"I can assure you ma'am, is was not the 'asshole next door'." Maria explains. "But, if you are so confident that everything is behind handled just fine, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I came in to have a look, would you?"

I get the feeling that this woman is not going to take no for an answer.

"Um, sure. Come on in." I force a smile and let the woman into my house.

Authors note: guys I am so sorry this story is taking me forever. I've been writing another story 'Vegas' (go read it please!) while I've had writers block for this story. But a new idea came to me last night and now I'm back on this story for a while(I hope!). Thanks for being patient with me!

What do you think will happen next?